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Friday, 12 February 2016

Peace. This is what I am working on. Peace. Finding, living with and keeping Peace. But what does that mean? What does it look like?

When you think of Peace, what comes immediately to mind? Is it

Or is it always always followed by

... and love

... and harmony

...and tranquility

...and calm

...and quiet

...maaan!

...on jam

Or preceded by

Rest in ...

Inner...

War and...

World...Just give me 5 minutes ...

Or is it synonymous with

happiness

love

stillness

"me time"

For me, the Peace I seek is in the everyday, in life, in myself. It's a feeling; a sense of Peace. This quest comes from the constant feeling of looking for 'something'; the notion that 'something' was missing. Last month I finished reading a book that I have already referenced in another post, The Little Book Of Peace by Cherry Menlove . I read this book at exactly the right time, as I knew as soon as I started it, my 'something' search was over. Why is it when we are looking for something, it is so often found right under our noses? As soon as I knew I was on the path to Peace, I found it already resided in my home:

This Celtic Prayer is a framed postcard that sits in my hallway right beside the mirror I use every day to put my make up on.My favourite poem, Desiderata (which opens and closes this post) can also be found hanging in my hall.My love of getting up early to enjoy the calm and stillness of the morning, before Kiddo rises. It's just me, candles, fairy lights and coffee. My morning ritual. My daily dose of Peace.

So this is where I'm going to start; in pursuit of Peace at home, my nest, my sanctuary ( or as followers of my instagram account can attest - my wee nook by the livingroom window). My journey has already begun.

"...whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.